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Miami.
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Does this allow me my current level of income/lifestyle, or is there an upgrade? If nothing else, I'd sleep in and write every day. If there was more money to play with, I'd travel.
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I'm not sure *how* it helps, but it sure does. It's remarkable what you can learn about yourself just sitting and talking with a wise, compassionate person.
I rewrote this answer about five times, but it's a slippery fish. Much like the process itself, I suppose.
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They'll probably revoke my Jew card for saying this, but baby back ribs are absolutely essential. I don't actually cook them on the grill for all that long, but make a spice rub and throw them in the oven on low for about four hours before sizzling them on the grill. When they're done they're basically pulled pork on a bone. Potato rolls are essential with this application.
Other than that I'd insist on homemade coleslaw as well - the store-bought stuff turns my stomach.
That's three and I haven't gotten to beer. If I'm allowed an extra I'd have to go with Dogfish Head 60-Minute IPA, as well as something nice and cheap for old time's sake. -
Thank you, I'm trying. Glad you're out there.
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I'm going to assume that the $4,000 is cash to spend and that the ticket is paid for.
Given that, I'd try convince the greatest love of my life that I haven't lost my mind, and that she really ought to come with me to Tahiti. Coppertone, bathing suits, and cigarettes are all we'd need to pack. On $4,000 we could probably stay for three weeks, but if she agreed to come, I'd sell a kidney to stay longer.
I'm sure there would be things to see, but to be honest all I'd want to do for the first twenty days is hold her and talk.
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One day? That's terribly difficult, since DC is basically three (or more) completely different cities. There are a lot more knowledgeable people than I, when it comes to DC - I was born here, but live in the burbs now. Here's my $.02, though.
If you want to be a tourist (no judgment), I'd go to the Hirschhorn Museum - it's my absolute favorite (modern art, mainly). Any of the Smithsonians will treat you well, though. (But skip the American Indian museum - its collection is still small.) Eat downtown at Chef Geoff's. Mmm. Oh, also? Don't jaywalk or I'll run you over. And always stand to the right on Metro escalators.
Alternatively, take a visit to DC's waterfront. I don't think a lot of tourists make it down that way, and it's lovely, especially if you come in a warm month and enjoy sitting by the water, drinking, and eating shellfish (or any combo thereof).
If you go into NW DC/Georgetown, I can't really help you. I haven't spent much time there since my days of youthful folly.
Seriously, though - no jaywalking. :) -
Probably not, but thanks for asking. I'm broken-hearted, entirely by my own choice, and trying to see my way through to life becoming what I thought it was going to be not very long ago. Mainly, and aside from all of the details, I miss my best friend. Stay tuned.
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Not inasmuch as I wear a morning coat and hustle tea for a living, but a lot of my job when I'm out from behind my desk involves catering to some very wealthy, very spoiled people. When I say I'm "butlering" really what I mean is "Gosh, what great use I'm putting my master's degree to," which is a snarkish sentiment not too rare on the Interwebs, I suppose, but venting does help.
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I am, but I'm being picky about what I answer. It's all to easy to hurt those you love when answering questions, and my preference is to amuse and inform rather than rankle. That said - ask me a good one; I'll likely respond.
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I try to just be nice and avoid feeling like I'm sucking up. That said, the best way to suck up to ME is booze and gifts.
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Oh I did. I gave up giving up after not very many hours. After this damn annual conference I may give it another swing, but I'm being pretty health conscious in other domains, so I'm not too pressed.
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Did I already answer this? Boxer-briefs sounds like a cop-out, but they're my new lifetime choice.
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I don't know if that's true, but thanks for saying so. I miss me, anyway.
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